All Chapters of Sinful Nights With Adeline : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

61: Epilogue ADELINEThe only time Croix spoke to me since Elijah died is to go into his room to get something he would like to be buried in. At least that’s what I took from the grunting he thought was actual words. Croix is hurting and I couldn’t do anything to make it better.I have never entered Elijah’s room before. His room happened to be the biggest room yet. I don’t know why Croix decided to give him the biggest room but I guess it’s their bond. It was cleaner than I expected and had random things like action figures, trophies, medals, toy cars and stuff like that.On the dresser were a picture I drew that I never got to complete and a picture of me. I broke into a sob and fell to my knees. I rubbed my tummy comforting myself and my baby. I haven’t told Croix that I am pregnant yet and I didn’t want any complications.I took the picture and the toy figure from his car, his beloved and got out of the room. I wonder how Sigh was holding up but I know Jules got it all covered. I

JulesI take longer than necessary just to annoy my newest bodyguard. I burnt as much anger in me on the treadmill and punching bag. It's close to being my favourite way of releasing tension.I tie my red hair in a high ponytail and wore my gym outfit knowing how much dad hates it. He prefers me in formal outfits and I don't like it. So that's the area I rebel the most.I make my way to my father's office expecting to see the new bodyguard that had me traveling all the way from New York to Russia.I knocked on the door and opened when nobody answered. My bodyguard is even late. That's a red flag.Just then, a car door parked in the driveway opened and a large black boot planted itself on the driveway. A second later, the biggest man I've ever seen unfolded himself from the front seat and stepped out.Holy. Hotness.He had to be at least six foot four, or even six foot six with solid packed muscle only achievable in a gym with so much consistency. His hair was buzzed and his long legs

JulesI'm asleep again or more like pinned again.I tried moving my hands and it was pinned as well but I could hear my whimpers. He didn't hold my voice captive again.I see him standing in the shadows, a blunt in his mouth. He's shirtless and goddamn mouth-watering worthy.“No, please.” I begged. “I am married.”He didn't say a word, just stepped closer coming towards the light. His intense blue eyes on me. Where have I seen such eyes before?Then I see him. Josiah..?The next second he's on me. I stiffened. This can't be happening. I can't be dreaming about Josiah.I expected the arousal to drop and maybe I'll wake up then but it didn't instead it intensified.He ripped my nightie down exposing my breasts as I screamed. “Those fucking tits should be illegal.”I have always been an early bloomer. I'm used to people noticing them and loving them. And this man would be the first person to touch it. Yes, Knox has never touched me sexually before and it's not that I don't want it but h

JULES“You’re joking.” I pulled the black vest out of my package letting it dangle from my hand like a dirty piece of laundry. Josiah smoked his blunt as his gaze fell on me. “I don’t joke about safety.”“This is a bulletproof vest.”“I’m aware. I bought it.”I breathed in and out. I’m not supposed to yell. “Mr Blackwood please explain why I need a bulletproof vest? I can’t wear this to class.”“To protect you against bullets...And yes, that’s important.”“This is insane.”“You know what’s insane? Sneaking out on me and going to a party where you were drugged, how about that?”“I was fine. I could handle it on my own.” I grit out. He gave a nod that I suspect was mocking. My face turned beet red and the air became awkward at least for me. I was the one who woke up having all the feelings in the world and he showed nothing like I’m some piece of ass.What I did was wrong but necessary. I needed to let the drugs out somehow and as a bodyguard, he kinda saved me, right? Given that we a

Jules “Knock knock.” I said in a fake cherry voice as I pushed the door open. “Julia.” My father's stern voice called out. “Come here.” I walked in, slowly closing the door behind me. I held my fingers tight for comfort and out of habit for cases like this. When I was close enough for reach, he gripped my cheeks. His eyes narrowed as he stared. “You're not feeding well. You don't drink enough water.” His face curled up in disgust. “You must be on your period. Why is your face bloated like that?” “Actually I'm…” “I didn't ask, Julia.” He spat then wheeled himself behind his desk taking out a box and tossing it at me. “Apply make-up.” When he was satisfied with my caked up face, he chuckled to himself. “I'm still surprised you got into Brownsville. It must be rigged because of our name because you didn't do well in the exams.” I bit my inner lips hard to hold in my anger. A good girl shouldn't show her anger. No, that's not right. She should never be angry but accept all that